In the cradle of lush green valleys,
Where rivers weave their tales,
She whispers secrets of time,
In the rustling of the leaves.
Mountains stand as her guardians,
Clad in robes of mist and snow,
She nurtures life in silent strength,
As seasons come and go.
Beneath the azure sky she breathes,
A symphony of life unfolds,
Each dawn a canvas of her dreams,
Painted in hues of gold.
O Mother Earth, in your embrace,
We find our roots and wings,
Your love, a timeless grace,
In every living thing.